many stars in the sky

Edgar Allan Poe For the Signs
  • Aries: "Years of love have been forgot
  • In the hatred of a minute."
  • Taurus: "Let me glimpse inside your velvet bones."
  • Gemini: "There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion."
  • Cancer: "Love like mine can never be gotten over."
  • Leo: "I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched."
  • Virgo: "…a route obscure and lonely,
  • Haunted by ill angels only."
  • Libra: "But my heart it is brighter
  • than all of the many
  • stars in the sky."
  • Scorpio: "All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire."
  • Sagittarius: "Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of it’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."
  • Capricorn: "I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind."
  • Aquarius: "These were days when my heart was volcanic."
  • Pisces: "And so being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy."

You are so much more than beautiful, you are intelligent and worth care taking. I love the way you smile and how you get so happy when you talk about the things you love. I could write a whole book of how much i adore you. How you even make the moon and the stars jealous of the way you shine. You are the cure to anything bad in this universe. The way you bloom like every other season keeps amazing me. So many unwritten stories locked down in your heart. Tell me everything about you, endless thoughts of you in my mind. I could write endless of poems about you. You are a poem yourself that I could never write. Out of words when I see you. I get so shy and get lost in my words. Sometimes I wish I could tell you as much as I could write down so you could understand me a little better. Even on these cloudy days I will hold you down. When you cry I will do anything in my power to make you smile. I sometimes get jealous and think about other people that will probably love you better and that I’ll always have to live with that thought stuck in my mind. I need you more than anything and I will never forget about you. I’d travel a million miles just to see you. When It’s 4am and you need me I’ll be 1 call away. I love every little bit of you. The comfort in my body when I’m around you is something special. We are meant to be together, that’s what the universe told me. 7 billion people on earth and my focus is on you, you only. Your fingers running through my body trying to find my scars. And maybe you won’t be the one for me and you fall in love with someone else. Because right now im the chaos in your mind and you are the potion to my heart. I will be happy for you, i want you to be loved. I hope they will not only love you only because of how beautiful you are. But because of how intelligent and strong you are, how you carry the world by yourself, how you educate everyone around you. How you make winter nights feel like summer evenings. How you got the ability to make me so calm in a world full of cruelty. So many stars in the sky tonight, and oh they so adorable.

But nothing as adorable
Elegant
Graceful
Excellent
Gorgous
Fascinating

As you
my love.

—  yungogsyd 
8

Though the chains of destiny may bind you, though you may be fated to fight, know that a noble heart is strong as a diamond, and as free as golden wind in the sky. Though you may be imprisoned in a sea of stone, you can keep walking toward the light. There’s always a blessing waiting in the wings, and as many signposts to guide you as there are stars in the sky. Go now, and journey beyond the stars!

the signs & poetry

aries: ‘you are always new. the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.’ - john keats

taurus: ‘though guns may roar and cannon boom, roses are born and gardens bloom’ - angela morgan

gemini: ‘she felt like the moon: terrified of the sky, but completely in love with
the way it held the stars’
- robert m drake

cancer: ‘but my heart it is brighter than all of the many stars in the sky’ - edgar allan poe

leo: ‘never drift towards the shores of ordinary’ - robert m drake

virgo: ‘my love for you is more athletic than a verb’ - sylvia plath

libra: ‘in the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave and suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be.’ - maya angelou

scorpio: ‘she was a phantom of delight’ - william wordsworth

sagittarius: 'it is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall, and, baffled, get up and begin again’ - robert browning

capricorn:  ‘I took my power in my hand and went against the world’ - emily dickinson  

aquarius: ‘the heart can think of no devotion greater than being shore to the ocean’ - robert frost

pisces: ‘I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees’ - pablo neruda

It Wasn’t Real (part one)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: So literally i was overwhelmed by the amount of love and support I got for this story. Once again THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I’m actually so excited to start this series and I have so many ideas bubbling around in my head, so please enjoy.

There’s something’s i need to make clear before we get started. The rest of the story (except for the first part) will happen four years after the events in IT Chapter One. I know that sounds weird but it will get better I promise! This is also sort of an AU mainly because IT will come back sooner than twenty-seven years, which doesn’t happen in the book. So it’s like based off the original story but isn’t at the same time?? It will all make sense! And there will be an Character x Reader ending, but i’ve closed down the poll as of now until we get further into the story! Right now, Richie is leading!

Anyways… I hope you all enjoy this story! Oh! And Henry hasn’t die in my story, as well as his father. Everything else is the same.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see)

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones.

Tag’s List: @chalatea
wanna be featured? message me letting me know!


Originally posted by kingkaspbrak

It wasn’t real.

It seemed that maybe it was. When time passes, friends tend to forget each other. It was an unsaid thing. No friendships last forever, no matter hard you tried to make them. But something in you had always told you that when it came to the Loser’s Club that wasn’t true.

You’d been wrong.

Separated from those you called your family, everyone started drifting apart. Some of them still talked, like Eddie and Richie or Bill and Beverly, but in the end, no one really was as close as they use to.

It was almost as if they’d forgotten, stopped believing in what you all experienced. And you couldn’t understand why. Because while everyone was off moving on, forgetting, you only seemed to remember. You tried. Tried and fought and screamed and yelled for them, but it was like you were standing in the back, watching as their back turns. Watching Richie look away, watching Eddie follow or Bill turn and Beverly distance herself. You saw less and less of Mike, Ben never left the library and Stan… Stan wouldn’t even look at you.

Soon it was just you, just like IT had teased, and you were alone.

So, no, Bill, it was real.

Three Years Later…

You let out a breath of relief as the school bell rung, signalling the end of class. English class today in particular had been boring and repetitive, some idiot decided to back talk the teacher so the majority of the class was spent with Ms. Green lecturing you all. It would’ve been fine, had that not meant that your pile of homework had grown significantly larger in size.

Gathering your binder and books, you quickly stuffed them into your bag. Though when you looked up, you noticed that most of the students were already out and sighed. It meant the hallways were going to be cramped with people, and it was the end of the day.

Knowing it was inevitable either way, you slipped your backpack over your shoulders calmly and pulled the straps. “Have a nice weekend, Ms. Green.” You waved at your teacher. She may have just spent an hour yelling at you all and then the last half talking about what you had to catch up on, but she was nice when she wanted to be.

“You as well, Y/N.” She shortly replied, not sparring you a glance. You hesitated a moment, watching the way her eyes didn’t even move to say goodbye before sighing and making her way out the door. The hallway wasn’t as bad as you expected, which was a breath of relief. Quickly, you made your way down the hall, turned a right and low and behold there stood your locker.

Putting in the combination, you begin organizing what you’d need over the weekend and what you wouldn’t. Though, your moment of peace was quickly interrupted when the door of your locker was slammed to the side. You jumped, letting out a bewildered shock and turned to see who had so rudely disturbed you only to find a face you hadn’t wanted to see.

“Hey, babe.” Henry greeted, smiling down at you. Henry Bowers, the same Henry Bowers who use to bully you and your friends back in middle school. Of course, Henry confessed he doesn’t ever remember doing such a thing. I’d remember a pretty face like yours

Refusing the urge to shiver, you sent a short smile at him; “Jesus, Henry. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” He only shrugged, as if he didn’t care. Smiling through the discomfort, you grabbed your locker door, moving it off of the next one and Henry wasted no time leaning against it.

Henry Bowers had been sent back two years, making him in the exact same grade as you, of course he was eighteen already. Though, that didn’t mean he acted any more mature. 

“So, you coming with us to the pit tonight?” Henry asked, looking lazily over at you. Setting your final textbook in your locker, you shut the door with a soft thud; “us?”

“Belch and me.” He clarified. You hated Belch, all he did was well… belch. And it disgusted you, but it seemed no matter what him and Henry stayed friends. At least some things were the same. “Oh, and I believe Amy will be joining us.” 

“Oh,” you mumbled. “I don’t think I wi-”

“Why not?” Henry interrupted, cutting whatever you’d been about to say off.

You shifted uncomfortably, taking a tentative step back when Henry straightened out. You should probably just go, Henry would back off if you did. But you really did not want to spend the night in some dingy corner of the town with belching Belch and bitchy Amy. “My mom… she wants me home tonight.”

“Your mom?” Henry laughed, as if that was the craziest thing you’d ever said. Leaning down, he didn’t ask when he grabbed your wrist; “your mom never wants you home. Come on, it’ll be fun.” Fun for you, you wanted to say, but knew better. Knowing nothing you could say would allow you to stay home, you let Henry drag you off into the direction of the school doors.

You zoned out whatever he’d been saying, loosing yourself in your mind. At least it was the weekend, you told yourself, after tonight you wouldn’t have to speak to anyone, let alone see anyone. Of course, two days only lasted so long… Weekends use to be filled with adventure back in middle school… of course you were a child then and so was everyone else… but, it had been an adventure.

“Agh…” 

Turning your head, you were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar head walked by. You could almost swear… Time seemed to freeze, as the person’s head floated before you, but then suddenly it was gone. Looking down, you heard the thud as their body smacked against the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going, freak.” Henry laughed, shoving his hand into Belch’s stomach in excitement. You hadn’t even noticed Belch join you…

Looking over at the body, you didn’t move as they slowly moved to their hands and knees. You of course, felt bad, put no part of you wanted to help them. You only stared with a lazy eye, your wrist still in Henry’s grasp. It was only when their head turned up to glare at your boyfriend did you feel an reaction flood through you.

“Eddie…” You whispered, gaining a strange reaction from Henry and Belch. Seeing their gaze, you moved to look away before your eye caught Eddie’s. There laid Eddie, the same Eddie you used to constantly worry over and mother, on his knees, blood pooling from his chin where he’d smacked it against the ground.

His eye met you, but you didn’t do anything. 

Soon he groaned in pain, Henry had kicked him. Henry leaned forward, towering over the boy; “stay down.” And before you knew it, the grasp on your wrist tugged and you were off.


You gripped your jacket sleeves with force, watching as your breath formed before you in the cool evening air. You hated walking home alone, especially at night. It was when you saw things, things that shouldn’t be there but were. But of course, Henry hadn’t wanted to walk you home, so that left only one other option.

You laughed out into the bitter air, when did Henry ever wanna walk you home?

It’d caused many fights before, back when you first started dating. You didn’t want to stay out that later (or go out at all) but of course Henry wanted to, so you did. You’d stay out all night, doing whatever dumb thing him and his friends could think off until the sun had set and you could no longer see past you clearly. You’d beg him to walk you home, but he’d only shove you away and continue hanging with his friends.

Though, you guessed the moment of peace gave you time to think. Think about whatever. It never really was the same.

You let your eyes wander above you, to the night sky, viewing the many stars as you walked the streets of your neighbourhood. You were close, thankfully. It was January, meaning a new year and christmas had just passed. That also meant many houses still had there christmas lights up, too lazy to take them down and you could view the bright colourful lights in peace.

It wasn’t often you saw so much colour in your life nowadays.

Your feet made a crunching noise as you stepped into the snow, a sound you loved very much. There was nothing but colourful lights, empty streets and mindful thoughts.

“Y/N…”

You could see your house now, just before you and that gave you motivation to quicken your step. 

“Y/N.” Gasping, you turned around at the voice. You weren’t sure what you’d expected, but you had expected something. Instead, all you found was nothing. Just the street you’d already walked on a million times and the darkened houses except for the bright christmas lights. Shaking your head, you turned back around. You must’ve been imagining it.

“Y/N.” Okay, that time you hadn’t. You were sure of it.

“Henry?” You called, turning around once again. “Henry is that you?” Of course, nothing. People didn’t really like to reply to you much these days. “Henry, I-I swear to god if this is a prank…” There was nothing there, but you were so sure you’d heard a voice.

“Y/N.” You spun, the voice now much closer behind you. Except when you turned around, there wasn’t anything there.

“Time to play.” You spun again, back around and for a moment you saw what you never thought you’d see again. IT. IT. It’s red fire-y hair and sinister smile. But the next time you blinked, it was gone. “Time to play, Y/N.” You instinctively took a step back as maniacal laughter filled your ears.

Bolting around, you took quick and loud steps to your house, not daring to peer back behind you. You scrambled for your keys, fumbling to get them out of your back but the minute you did, you unlocked your door and swung it open. You wasted no time slamming it behind you, falling to the ground before it as you let out a shaky breaths.

Holding your hand against your chest, you tried to even your breathing. You were never afraid, at least you hadn’t been. Your friends made you stronger and now where were they?

Panting, you let out a little whimper. The second you closed your eyes, IT appeared and you wasted no time in opening your eyes again. Taking a look around your dark and vacant house, you were pulled away from the events that had happened outside and back into reality. “Mom?” You called, “you home?”

You wandered into the kitchen, finding nothing. No note, nothing. She obviously wasn’t home, but it’d be nice if she could at least let you know. Sighing, you dropped your bag on the dining table, taking a seat on one of the chairs. You let your head lean on your hand, staring at the darkened room around you.

“What happened…?”


Part 2?

Let me know what you thought! I hope you all enjoyed!

Okay but serious-talk tho - Biphobia disgusts me on so many levels

Righty - I’m just here to try to spread some positivity to the wonderful people that are so often shunned from all sides for no apparent fucking reason

Pansexuals - Bisexuals - You are all so fucking amazing, do you know that?

I myself am a lesbian, there’s no way around it. Because of society - I told myself I was straight - then I stumbled into thinking I was bi - then into pan - but now I have found myself as a lesbian and that’s just how it is.

It disgusts me to see how many of my fellow sapphic ladies refuse to date bisexuals. You ARE part of the LGBTQIA+ community - I don’t get what’s so hard to understand?

“Oh but they’re more likely to cheat on me!”

“Oh yeah I like lesbian porn so I don’t mind if my girlfriend gets it on with a bisexual - we can have threesomes”

“You have to choose”

Listen - If I can’t choose to be attracted to men, then a bisexual/pansexual person can’t decide not to be.

And as for the fucking ‘more likely to cheat’ get the fuck out - seriously!
More likely to cheat than who? “Oh I hate my wife so much lol” straights ™?
And even from homosexuals - like really? We’re shunned as it is - why create rifts within our own community just because you can’t relate to them?

No - I couldn’t relate to someone being attracted to men. If my future girlfriend would be attracted to other genders than my own, then that’s her buisness, and I wouldn’t love her less. It would actually make it more amazing!
Because listen here - this shit is really important to remember:

Pansexuals and bisexuals have at LEAST double the amount of people they could potentially fall for compared to you - and STILL they choose YOU! So many stars in the sky - so many fishes in the pond - and still they decide that YOU shine the brightest in their life!

Bisexuals and pansexuals - and of course you wonderful gems that are demi, ace, poly or any other part of our family - our community - Thank you for brighting up our lives. Thank you for being you. I wish I could be like you

Originally posted by queer-positive

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Just wanna say I loved all the fics you recommended about hurt/comfort- they're my fave. If you have more time, is it possible for you to recommend more? Thanks in advance!!

Thanks for all these requests! I have a whole section of hurt/comfort fics on my fic rec master list page where you can also find a sickfic list!

Originally posted by sawumura


Yuuri/Victor Gets Injured 


Fall hard (on your head) by I_hate_usernames, Gen, 10k
Takes place in episode five. Instead of getting a bloody nose after attempting the triple flip, Yuuri hits his head and gets a concussion. Love confessions, delusional Yuuri, and mutual comfort. Thumbs up!

Praise Please by surveycorpsjean Explicit, 5.3k
Yuuri gets distracted by Victor’s praise on the rink and hurts his ankle. Victor knows a few ways to make him feel better. Fluff and smut. Love!

Embrace by CherikThilbo, Teen, 1.4k
After his crash in the ring Yuri is a little worse for wear. CUDDLES!

Quadruple Flip by haganenoheichou (bondageluvr), Mature, 17k
After he injures his knee, Victor has no other option but to quit skating. Yuuri can’t know his coach is injured, though, so Victor tries to keep it a secret. A little angsty, the epitome of hurt/comfort, and a happy ending.

Saudade by AdvisedPanic, Teen, 6.6k
After an injury at the GPS that prevents his 5th consecutive win, Victor vows to return to skating to reclaim his title. Katsuki Yuuri is a ballet danseur who suffered a similar injury years before and made a successful comeback. Yuuri choreographs and coaches Victor through his toughest competitive season yet, but as it will always be, they fall in love along the way. LOVE!

Insult to Injury by glim, Gen, 8k
Almost a whole week alone with Viktor might not be worth one of them made victim to a sprained ankle and both of them to a winter head cold, but maybe it is worth all that, at least in some small way. Snuggles, a head cold, and a sprained ankle!

Enough by youaremarvelous, Teen, 3.7k
While training for the Hot Springs on Ice skate-off, Yuuri tries to outrun his anxiety and ends up with an injury. Happy ending, don’t worry!

Stretch by cosmonaut_field, Teen, 19k (WIP)
Competitive figure skater Viktor Nikiforov injures himself on vacation right after winning another gold medal and is in need of a physical therapist. Enter the quiet Dr. Katsuki. SO GOOD!

Broken Skates by realityfallsapart, Not Rated (Smut in last chapter), 9.7k
Viktor saw what was going to happen a split second before it did, and judging from the sharp intake of breath next to him, so did Yuri.

Benched by apollosoyuz, Gen, 2.1k
One bad landing was all it took to break Yuuri’s leg and now he’s benched for the season, but the person taking Yuuri’s time off the hardest is Viktor; afraid that the injury could be enough to force Yuuri to leave skating – and leave his side. Thumbs up!

the minor fall, the major lift by melonbug, Teen, 29k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov knows first hand the tragedy of a rising skater breaking too soon. He’d retired early, due to an accident of his own, and he steps in to be Yuuri’s coach in the wake of his injury, determined to guide him better than he himself had been guided. Great fic, so many feels!

Old Wounds by Piike, Gen, 985 words
It’s when Viktor takes off his shirt to change when Yuuri notices a small scar he’s never seen before on his upper back. He reaches a hand forward, his fingers lightly brushing the shiny pink skin, and he blushes when Viktor turns to acknowledge him. “Would you like to see more?” VERY sweet and quick! (No one gets injured, they just reminisce on past injuries!)

Naturally Yours by chellethewriter, Teen, 7.3k
Viktor’s smiles are fluid, passionate, overpowering – worth more than money, worth more than anything that Yuuri could possibly offer. They’re worth all the stars in the sky and everything beyond. SO MANY EMOTIONS

On My Love by Phoenix_Trite, Gen, 2.4k
Yuuri has been practicing harder than ever for the upcoming competition and Victor could not be prouder of him. But tensions rise between the two when Yuuri takes a bad hit. Tears will be shed!!! (Happy ending!)

Don’t Stop Me Now by Iggysassou, Gen, 2.6k
An accident occurs during the warm up session preceding the Rosetelecom Cup’s free skate program, leaving him slightly injured. Viktor is determined to compete though, even if his decision goes against his coach and his fiancé’s wishes. Post-canon fic! Yuuri is sassy in this at the end and I love it!

The Tattoo Artist

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.450+

Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street

Keep reading

8

Endless list of favourite female characters: Arianne Martell (A Song of Ice and Fire)

The sun was gone, and the sky was full of stars. So many. She leaned her back against a fluted pillar and wondered if her brother was looking at the same stars tonight, wherever he might be. Do you see the white one, Quentyn? That is Nymeria’s star, burning bright, and that milky band behind her, those are ten thousand ships. She burned as bright as any man, and so shall I. You will not rob me of my birthright! ― The Queenmaker, A Feast for Crows.

Did i lose you? Is this what i get from years of loving and cherishing you. This emptiness in my bones — say, is it because I put too many stars in your sky, hung far too many moons? Is that it? Is that why you left? Did I turn your world into paradise and forgot to show you hell?
youtube

Comic dub of an Overwatch fancomic by @dogtit - featuring the voices of @totalspiffage, Tiana Camacho and @hnilmik! Just how many AUs are there out there, you may be asking? As many as there are stars in the night sky! So like, at least a dozen, maybe two.

If you enjoyed that, why not watch some of my other Overwatch comic dubs?
Nightmare
The Neck’s Best Thing
Spending Critique
Pickup Masters

Or check out the full playlist here!